
We need to apologize up front ladies and gentlemen, for being tardy in our recounting of the first day of Annual Conference. You see, the college we are staying at, you remember, the one that uses armed security guards, was having a problem with their wireless internet. Perhaps
they were too busy cleaning their guns or taking target practice to get the wireless to work. Regardless, we have found a way to communicate yesterday’s events to you and we will recount the parliamentarily mind-blowing and controversial stuff that happened today, tomorrow, and so on. You get the idea, you would not be reading this blog if you were not smart.
Anyway, we began Annual Conference yesterday afternoon with a worship service that had WAY too much liturgical dance in it. Now, I know it takes time to put together a liturgical dance routine, and I know that this somehow speaks to some people (I think), but I cringe and want to run and hide in the john whenever it is trotted out. It would have been tolerable except that the opening was being danced to a song from the ancient musical Godspell. The worship continued with a “Statement of Faith.” Appropriate for a Methodist Annual Conference Worship Service, the microphone was not working so the reading of the “Statement of Faith” was inaudible. As you can see we were off to a great and fairly typical start.
I look forward to hearing our Bishop preach. He is an engaging dynamic preacher who has always left me with thing to think about. This afternoon, however was different. We heard a disappointingly disjointed, rambling sermon that went nowhere. I am not sure what he was trying to tell us. I did catch this line though: “Can’t you just rejoice? Don’t be so sad, don’t be so pessimistic, don’t be so down – do whatever it takes to pump you up. Change can come through HOPE.” Well, we don’t do “up” very well around this blog but we remain interested in this theme of “Vital Signs of Hope,” so we will be open-minded.
Speaking of Vital Signs of Hope, our Conference sessions are held in a brand new field house gym. The stethoscope that we spoke of last time was prominently displayed at the front – a very large one suspended over the front of the assemblage, hovering over us, taunting us with its image of life-support and heart attacks. It is not inspiring.
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